My whole heart says that Pluto
(no matter her status)
(and yes, she is a her)
Is still a planet
Viva la Pluto!
Because she walks in beauty
Throughout the night
Hanging in the sky among stars
Like a lost broach
Perched on your Grandmother’s jewellery case
It’s the first place she should look
but she never does.
They call her
“Dwarf”
How derogatory.
Is that how we refer to our gods?
The chaos
The drama
This is what she lives for
Who are we to take away her title?
She has been here longer than us.
Written by Rosella Hazeldine - 19
"I have always wanted to write, ever since getting into trouble in year 7 for using all of my printing credits to print my collection of ghost stories which I'm certain no one read except my mum. Its so good to have a platform now where people can read my work."
